The Poems of Oliver GoldsmithT. Bensley, 1800 - 129 pàgines |
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Pàgina 9
... blessings crown my earliest friend , And round his dwelling guardian saints attend ; Blest be that spot , where cheerful guests retire To pause from toil , and trim their ev'ning fire ; Blest that abode , where want and pain repair ,
... blessings crown my earliest friend , And round his dwelling guardian saints attend ; Blest be that spot , where cheerful guests retire To pause from toil , and trim their ev'ning fire ; Blest that abode , where want and pain repair ,
Pàgina 17
... Cheerful at morn he wakes from short repose , Breathes the keen air , and carols as he goes ; With patient angle trolls the finny deep , Or drives his vent'rous ploughshare to the steep ; Or seeks the den where snow - tracks mark the ...
... Cheerful at morn he wakes from short repose , Breathes the keen air , and carols as he goes ; With patient angle trolls the finny deep , Or drives his vent'rous ploughshare to the steep ; Or seeks the den where snow - tracks mark the ...
Pàgina 18
... cheerful fire , and round surveys His children's looks , that brighten at the blaze ; While his lov'd partner , boastful of her hoard , Displays her cleanly platter on the board : And haply too some pilgrim , thither led , With many a ...
... cheerful fire , and round surveys His children's looks , that brighten at the blaze ; While his lov'd partner , boastful of her hoard , Displays her cleanly platter on the board : And haply too some pilgrim , thither led , With many a ...
Pàgina 38
... cheerful influence shed , These were thy charms - but all these charms are fled . Sweet smiling village , loveliest of the lawn , Thy sports are fled , and all thy charms withdrawn ; Amidst thy bow'rs the tyrant's hand is seen , And ...
... cheerful influence shed , These were thy charms - but all these charms are fled . Sweet smiling village , loveliest of the lawn , Thy sports are fled , and all thy charms withdrawn ; Amidst thy bow'rs the tyrant's hand is seen , And ...
Pàgina 42
... ; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade , And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made . But now the sounds of population fail , No cheerful murmurs fluctuate in the gale , 1 No busy steps the grass - grown footway tread 42.
... ; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade , And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made . But now the sounds of population fail , No cheerful murmurs fluctuate in the gale , 1 No busy steps the grass - grown footway tread 42.
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Amidst bards beauties blank verse blessings blest bliss boast bow'rs breast Burke charms cheerful climes cried David Garrick dear Deserted Village diff'rent e'en Edmund Burke ev'ning ev'ry eyes fame flies follow'd fond gentle heart heav'n hermit hoard honest honour hour Hugh Kelly keep a corner land LENOX lord lovers luxury maid mind mirth Morning Chronicle ne'er neighb'ring never o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH pain passion pasty patriot pindaric pity plain pleas'd pleasure poem poet poetry pomp poor pow'r praise pride printed proud Published 1 December R.A. Engraved racterized raptures reign Richard Burke rise round Roveray scene shore sigh simile sinks Sir Joshua Reynolds skies smiling sorrow soul splendour spread stranger swain sweet SWEET AUBURN thee thine thou toil tripe turn twas venison Vicar of Wakefield virtue wand'ring wealth weep Whilst Whitefoord wish'd wretch
Passatges populars
Pàgina 12 - The shuddering tenant of the frigid zone Boldly proclaims that happiest spot his own ; Extols the treasures of his stormy seas, And his long nights of revelry and ease : The naked negro, panting at the line, Boasts of his golden sands and palmy wine, Basks in the glare, or stems the tepid wave, And thanks his gods for all the good they gave. Such is the patriot's boast where'er we roam, His first, best country, ever is at home.
Pàgina 52 - The various terrors of that horrid shore; Those blazing suns that dart a downward ray, And fiercely shed intolerable day...
Pàgina 75 - Though secure of our hearts, yet confoundedly sick, If they were not his own by finessing and trick: He cast off his friends, as a huntsman his pack, For he knew when he pleased he could whistle them back.
Pàgina 56 - Though very poor, may still be very blest ; That trade's proud empire hastes to swift decay, As ocean sweeps the labour'd mole away ; While self-dependent power can time defy, As rocks resist the billows and the sky.
Pàgina 45 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Pàgina 9 - REMOTE, unfriended, melancholy, slow, Or by the lazy Scheld or wandering Po ; Or onward, where the rude Carinthian boor Against the houseless stranger shuts the door ; Or where Campania's plain forsaken lies, A weary waste expanding to the skies ; Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see, My heart untravell'd fondly turns to thee ; Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain, And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.
Pàgina 10 - But me, not destined such delights to share, My prime of life in wandering spent and care; Impell'd with steps unceasing to pursue Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view : That, like the circle bounding earth and skies, Allures from far, yet, as I follow, flies; My fortune leads to traverse realms alone, And find no spot of all the world my own.
Pàgina 41 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose.
Pàgina 46 - A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew; Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face ; Full well they laugh'd with counterfeited glee, At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
Pàgina 47 - Where many a time he triumphed is forgot. > Near yonder thorn, that lifts its head on high, Where once the sign-post caught the passing eye...